Jace pov
I was in the armory selecting weapons for the trip to Clearwater when my phone buzzed with another unknown number. I almost ignored it—probably Madison using yet another burner phone to send threats—but something made me answer.
"Alpha Storms." His voice was curt, professional.
"Alpha." The voice on the other end was male, rough, with an accent I couldn't quite place. "We need to talk about a mutual... problem."
Every instinct me had screamed danger. I gestured for Marcus, who was nearby, to start recording. "Who is this?"
"You can call me Konstantin. I'm what you might call the coordinator for the rogue faction that's been causing you so much trouble." A dark laugh. "The ones who killed your father."
My hand tightened on the phone, Storm roaring to life in my mind with mur
